“Well, well,” Bobby said, dropping the whip on his desk. Some of the blades were shiny and she wondered just how badly the woman they’d captured...had been whipped. Well, not her problem. “We got us a Fed.”“That woman out there’s a fed?” she asked. Maybe there was still a way out of this, because she knew deep down, if they really thought she was law enforcement, she was dead.Bobby laughed.“Not her,” he said. “You.”“You fuckin’ kidding me?” she said. “I’m not a Fed. Who the fuck said that!”“Oh. He stopped rubbing my lips with his finger and rested both hands at his side. He then told me to pull down his pants. Scared and confused I hesitated as I was unsure what to do next. He then said in an angry voice "I SAID, UNDO MY BELT AND PULL DOWN MY PANTS MOTHER FUCKER!" as the black man holding the blade to my throat said forcefully "DO IT MOTHERFUCKER BEFORE I CUT YOU!"I Hesitated for a moment, then reached out and began to unbuckle his wide leather belt. With his belt dangling un-done I. "Wait! I need you to help me with the recording! We need to capture as much as possible so we can play back the experience to her." Right. Fine, so I'll watch you fuck her." Ugh. Don't say it like that. I feel bad about it already." Don't. It's an important task. And she likes you, so don't panic. Hold on, she starts to move." Yeah, she's ready. Just about to wake up. Time to begin."Vicky started the cameras while Phil approached the sleeping, chocolate covered beauty.And just like in her. One night, Brad and I came home after midnight and Brad passed out drunk onto the couch. So I quietly went upstairs to go into his room to sleep. I saw Brad's mom, Sara, was still awake, the light in her room still on. I opened the door to let her know we were home. And then I saw her. She was propped against her headboard, feet planted, naked. Her long, brown hair hung down her sides. One hand was wrapped around her large breast. While the other beautiful, tan arm reached between her legs. She.